Knock Out keeps pace with her as she comes hard, and skillfully wrings every ounce of rapture from her while she clings to him, dragging it out until her body begins to protest the overstimulation. He catches her when her legs give out, lowering her carefully to the floor on her back.
He barely has time to remove his hands when his capacitance buffers cascade fail.
Knock Out's optics are fever-bright, so much that the red has begun to bleach white at their lens cores, and his fans are a full roar. His armor has subtly changed positions too, expanded at the seams to help shed heat buildup. His plating is partly pulled back, and white-blue electricity crackles beneath it, spiderwebbing along invisible pathways like ley-lines, sparks zinging from his seams.
He backs off a meter then two, until there's distance enough that he's less afraid of accidentally electrocuting her while she recovers.
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He barely has time to remove his hands when his capacitance buffers cascade fail.
Knock Out's optics are fever-bright, so much that the red has begun to bleach white at their lens cores, and his fans are a full roar. His armor has subtly changed positions too, expanded at the seams to help shed heat buildup. His plating is partly pulled back, and white-blue electricity crackles beneath it, spiderwebbing along invisible pathways like ley-lines, sparks zinging from his seams.
He backs off a meter then two, until there's distance enough that he's less afraid of accidentally electrocuting her while she recovers.